Marco was on a mission.

He was going to find that cinnamon stash of Ax's, dammit. He was sick of gloop. So, after surreptitiously checking to make sure that Ax was out in the barn and not the house, he'd started checking the inside the couch. No, not under the cushions. He was checking inside the cloth itself, around the springs.

Hey, he hadn't checked there yet - you never know! It could be there!

But, Marco's search wasn't going to last very long, this time.

A silvery-white fog shot down from the City's sky to land in the midst of a street, where it reformed into the figure of one Remus Lupin. His first act upon Apparating was to cry out in pain and collapse as his broken leg buckled beneath him. His second act, which came some time later, was to marvel that he had not splinched himself in the course of his escape.

He could only hope that he had bought the other people on the ship enough time to mount an attack that had some hope of stopping KAIN. He had known from the beginning that he did not have enough magical might to repel the being... he would feel rather foolish if all he had done was get himself injured to no cause.

Rolling onto his back with a groan, he thrust his wand skyward and shot from it a cascade of sparks high into the air, in the hopes that someone might come to investigate, and perhaps render some aid.

Zouichi hadn't been wounded that badly -- all things considered, he'd gotten off pretty light after two encounters with an entity like KAIN. But it wouldn't hurt to pay the Medical Wing a visit; he could see if whether Anwei had made it down here safely.

He'd run into a few new crewmates during the incident, too -- some of whom had also been wounded, and might not have gotten off as lucky as he had. It couldn't hurt to see if they were all right.

Zouichi turned the corner and looked around, a little lost; he didn't visit this place very often. And he'd forgotten for the moment that there was still blood all over half his face.